“The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever.”
—Psalm 23
I think I first heard this psalm when I was a kid in Sunday school. Which makes sense — it’s full of soothing, nice things, there’s kindly shepherds and fluffy sheep, and green grass and peaceful lakes.
Nowadays I usually hear this psalm at funerals. And often it just seemed like a mismatch to me, talking about grass and lakes when someone has just passed away. If I knew the deceased person well, it was almost like a cruel joke. Can kind, soothing words bring someone back to life? In the face of death, is this all we have — nice words and fluffy sheep and overflowing cups?
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